Brett Favre, by Brianne Buerger

Brett, oh, Brett, you’re my number four guy

When you left my state, I couldn’t help but cry

Three different teams and one super bowl ring

You were the Packers star quarterback, you were considered their king

I can’t help but watch you on our big rival team

While you throw those long passes, you continue the dream

Of seeing my quarterback play great in the game

It’s too bad you left us, it’s really a shame

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